Jul 152013

The Monster Fuck Rally is an annual event that takes place at the remote island of Blood Sands. Biological Siege Monsters swim, fly and walk through the ocean from nearby Rampage Island to mate with each other at Blood Sands. The terrible beasts, many of them as large as the tallest buildings, fuck for seven days until the survivors return back to the ocean to go back to Rampage Island. The sexual adventures and dismemberments are recorded by satellites and transmitted to the entire population of Euphoria.

The Biological Siege Monsters are the descendents of the surviving monstrosities used by King Grim in the Genetic Wars with the Blade Alliance. These creatures were engineered to possess great strength, numerous natural weapons and a body mass that rivaled mountains. They were used to destroy cities, fortresses and populations.

After the Gene War, King Grim declared them Heroes of the Kingdom and allocated them Rampage Island as their new home. The monsters possess little to no intelligence and were happy with their isolation. They spend their time fighting, knocking down trees and screaming howls to the uncaring sky. Many of them feed on each other, their natural healing abilities making it possible to provide a meal to an enemy and survive.

Due to the unstable genetics of the Siege Monsters, many permutations and mutations appear among the creatures. One beast may be a giant flying moth that excretes radioactive fire while another creature might be a three headed flying best that screams hypersonic cries that shatter tanks. New variations are appearing all the time.

Although their genetics had been heavily modified, they still possessed sex drives as no Euphorian scientist would ever think to remove a sex drive, even from towering forces of devastation. Even though the monsters are radically different from one another, it doesn’t stop them from mating with each other. A monstrous bird will mate with an even more monstrous squid. A horrifying blob monster will penetrate a terrifying crab creature. Their sex drive overcomes any differences in shape.

The Siege Monsters travel to Blood Sands due to some instinct that scientists have yet to understand. It may simply be that the violence inherent in their mating is something that they would rather do away from their home.

It has become a hobby among the wealthiest of Euphorians to construct great buildings on Blood Sands during the non-migration period. The wealthy compete with each other create the most fragile buildings, the most glorious temporary monuments and the most spectacular collapses for when a hundred foot tall monster tries to hump a two hundred foot tall four legged creature that sprays fire. This gross expense of wealth only to see it destroyed has become a way for the truly wealthy to stand out from their less wealthy peers.

Queen Erishella has recently begun banishing war prisoners to Blood Sands one day prior to the mating season. Flying vid-cameras record the futile efforts of survival for the thrill starved Euphorian citizenry. Ratings reached their peak when an entire encampment of prisoners drowned in a flash flood of Siege Monster ejaculate.

Souvenir Sex Toys are made from the remains of the Siege Monsters that die during the mating season. They are alleged to greatly enhance virility, make breasts fuller, tighten vaginas and remove wrinkles.

–Euphorian Gazetteer

May 292013

The medical pod door opened and Mineqa Mar fell out. She landed in a defensive crouch and surveyed the room. Years of leading a resistance against the evil tyrant, Queen Erishella, had taught Mineqa to always be on her guard.

She didn’t know how she got here. The last thing Mineqa remembered was going to sleep at one of her eighty different safe houses. She had just organized the latest series of raids on the Queen’s pleasure palaces and had also written a new dissension speech decrying the conquest of the Gem Moons. The room she was now in was too high tech for any of her fellow resistance members to posses. It must mean she was a captive of the Queen.

Mineqa stood up. A mirror reflected her naked body. She frowned at what she saw. Those were her full breasts but where was the laser scar from the riot she led last year? Her legs were missing the shrapnel scars from the parade bomb she had set off. Even her red hair seemed different. Gone were the grey streaks she had picked up from years of being on the run.

There was something else. The mirror revealed that her back had been tattooed. It was a number: 782.

The doors to the room opened. A large robot entered on hovering jets. Mineqa growled when she saw the robot was exactly the same size as the door. There was no way to run past it. They were taking no chances with her.

Mineqa Mar, I am your personally assigned Punishment Cyborg,” the robot said. “Despite my human brain I can assure you that I have no mercy and in fact, the pleasure centers of my brain will be stimulated for every action I perform in your punishment.”

“Fuck you,” Mineqa Mar said. 

“Mineqa Mar, you have been declared an Enemy of the wonderful and sexy Queen Erishella of the Skull Throne! You are guilty of disloyal rhetoric, acts of unsubmissive defiance and the murder of countless faithful soldiers, slaves and subjects of the Queen. Do you understand these charges?”

“Not only do I understand them, but I am proud to have committed them!” Mineqa said. She looked around the room for weapons. There was nothing. Even the medical pod had retracted into the wall.

“Queen Erishella has personally condemned you,” the robot said. “She has sentenced you to fifty years of being sensually spanked times a thousand for her pleasure. She has sentenced you to fifty years of being sadistically spanked for her pleasure. She has sentenced you to fifty years of being fed to Blade Tigers times a thousand. Glory to the Queen for her wisdom and mercy!”

The Punishment Cyborg moaned as it experienced an orgasm for announcing her sentence.

Mineqa smirked. “Times a thousand? So are you saying I have been sentenced to fifty years times a thousand; fifty thousand years? Isn’t that ridiculous even for our egomaniacal Queen? Besides, won’t I be dead once I am fed to Blade Tigers? This sentence makes no sense at all.”

“Your response has been noted and will be compared to previous statements,” the robot said.  “It is time for your sensual spanking.”

Four metal tentacles emerged from the center of the Punishment Cyborg. Mineqa used an obscure martial escape technique but the metal tentacles were somehow ready for it. Each of her limbs was securely grabbed and she was lifted from the ground.

The Punishment Cyborg left the medical room. Mineqa struggled to get free but it was no use. She was completely helpless.

 They went down a long hallway. They passed room after room. There was a line of Punishment Cyborgs ahead of them, each one carrying their own prisoner. Because the cyborgs were so large, Mineqa couldn’t get a clear look at her fellow prisoners.

A slight touch of annoyance struck Mineqa. Of course there would be other prisoners. Queen Erishella had many enemies. It just bothered Mineqa that for all the bombings, all of the assassinations of officials and for all the subversive literature that she had written; in the end she was going to be punished alongside every one else. She was the Queen of the resistance but now she was just another prisoner.

There were screams coming down from the end of the hallway. Hundreds and hundreds of screams competed to be heard. Screams of distress and screams of pleasure shrieked through the air. 

There was something distinctly unnerving about those screams.  They sounded familiar.

They entered a large cavernous area. The room was lined with hundreds of women being spanked. In the center was a holograph stage, currently empty.

The Punishment Cyborg carried Mineqa past many of the prisoners to a stockade bench. Mineqa looked at her fellow prisoners and gasped.

Each prisoner was Mineqa. The same red hair, the same full breasts and the same screaming mouth faced her. Each was being spanked by their Punishment Cyborg and each of them was screaming in pleasure.

“Gods of the Underworld,” Mineqa breathed. The prisoners were bent over so that there ass was higher than their head. Tattooed to the backs of each one was a number.

“I’m a clone,” Mineqa said.

“Correct,” the Punishment Cybrog said. “Clone number seven hundred and eighty-two of a thousand.”

Rage took over Mineqa. She fought to escape but the tentacles anticipated every trick she had. She screamed with outrage and the Punishment Cyborg moaned as it received another reward orgasm. She howled because she understood how the punishments had been multiplied a thousand times. She raged because she realized that she wasn’t even the original Mineqa. Her entire existence was just to be punished.

The Punishment Cyborg carried her to the stockade. It positioned her and more tentacles emerged from the stockade to grab her body. She was pulled down onto the stockade, metal clamps sealing over her neck, hands and ankles. The stockade pushed her ass up and spread her legs. A bar forced itself under her chin and forced her look forward.

Minequa felt an injection into her thigh. The sharp prick was replaced with a feeling of relaxation. She stopped struggling. So what if she was a clone? Being bent over this actually felt kind of nice.

A paddle emerged from the Punishment Cyborg. Mineqa felt heat between her thighs. She knew if she could look, she would be dripping.

WHACK! The paddle landed on her ass and Mineqa groaned with pleasure. Her bliss addled mind understood that the injection must have been to transform any pain to pleasure. She was going to be forced to enjoy this for the pleasure of the evil Queen and there was nothing Mineqa could do about it.

She didn’t mind.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The paddle struck her ass with military targeting efficiency. Every strike of the paddle blistered her and every strike was as arousing as the deepest thrust onto the greatest cock. Mineqa’s pussy clenched in frustration as she desperately wanted to fuck something.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” screamed a thousand mouths with Mineqa’s voice.

“Uhhhh,” groaned a thousand Punishment Cyborgs as they were rewarded for each spank.

WHACK! The paddle strikes sent waves of pleasure to Mineqa’s nipples. Her breasts felt more sensitive than they ever had in her life.

WHACK! The paddle strikes sent stimulation to her mouth. She ached to suck a cock, bite a nipple or even just kiss an ass.

WHACK! The paddle strike sent strange feelings to her neck. She felt like she was on the verge of having her neck kissed with each strike.

WHACK! The paddle transformed her ass into an organ of pain but somehow Mineqa enjoyed it. The spanking was worse than anything she had every experienced and yet also the greatest. Her body struggled to comprehend the conflicting stimuli she was receiving from her ass.

WHACK! The paddle sent unbelievable bliss straight to her sex. She knew deep down that she wanted to deny Queen Erishella her orgasm but she couldn’t quite remember why.

“Fuck!” Mineqa cried out as she orgasmed. Shame blossomed within her. Her body had betrayed everything she had believed in. Mineqa felt a piece of her break inside.

WHACK! The next paddle strike obliterated her shame and replaced it with more pleasure.

Hours passed by. Mineqa climaxed over and over. She heard the other clones climaxing in an endless chorus.

The holograph stage came to life. Erishella appeared on her Skull Throne. Somewhere, holographic emitters were surrounding the Queen with a recreation of the punishment room. Erishella smiled and enjoyed the scene around her.

Mineqa wanted to scream her defiance. She moaned instead.

The rebel leader wanted to yell something cruel and clever. She whimpered instead.

The cloned criminal wanted to swear to destroy Queen Erishella. She climaxed instead.

The hologram ended and the Queen left their presence. The spankings continued. Mineqa was aware that all of this, the clones, the spankings and the colossal punishment room were for nothing more than a few minutes of the Queen’s amusement.

Despair settled in her heart, only to be removed by the pleasure of the next spank on her abused ass.

More hours passed and eventually the spanking stopped. Another injection was given to her and Mineqa’s mind was no longer clouded with pleasure. She could think clearly except for the mind blowing pain she now felt in her ass.

She passed out from the pain.

She awoke to being carried by the Punishment Cyborg assigned to her. In front of and behind her were her fellow clones. All of them were talking. The thousand voices made it hard to tell what any one was saying.

“There is other sets of clones, right?” she asked her Punishment Cyborg.

“Yes,” it replied. “One thousand are being spanked with a pain sensitizer injection. The other thousand are being fed to Blade Tigers.”

“She is a fool,” Mineqa said. “I am her greatest enemy and there are a thousand of me here and another thousand being tortured. We will escape. We will work together. We will overthrow her. We will avenge the thousand fed to Blade Tigers. In her lust to punish us, she has created her own doom.”

 “Incorrect,” the Punishment Cyborg said. “Each clone is given a terminal shut down function that deactivates their heart sixteen hours after clone activation.”

“What?” Mineqa asked. She had a sudden pain in her left arm. “Oh shit. But the sentence was for fifty years! Why kill me now?”

“Security precautions dictate you death. The Queen’s justice dictates your resurrection.”

“That is why you know all of my escape moves,” Mineqa said. “We’ve done this before! This is not the first time you have spanked me!”

“Correct,” the Punishment Cyborg said. “After your cardiac arrest is complete, I will put you in the medical pod where you body will be broken down for primary nutrients for the next clone designated seven hundred and eighty-two.”

“Gods of the Underworld,” Mineqa moaned. The pain in her chest was more intense. Her vision was fading. “How long has this been going on?”

“Seven years.”

The Punishment Cyborg moaned as Mineqa sighed with despair.  

Aug 082012

Queen Erishella stepped onto the flight dock.  The motors in her armor buzzed and kept her fearsome form moving.  The suit covered her body in gleaming silver armor, heavy weapons, antigravity flight projectors and enough spiky bits to give anyone who came close to her a bad case of tetanus.  Despite the terrible weaponry, the suit still maintained a feminine form with glorious shiny breasts, a marvelous metal ass and long black ribbons that were an approximate recreation of her own magnificent black hair.  She was a walking weapon of mass devastation but she was also instantly recognizable as a woman.

Two other women in power armor flanked the Queen.  Their weapons and curves were just as terrible but they were each a head shorter than the Queen.  They were members of the Queen’s personal guard and everyone feared the Queen’s Whips.

“Is my invasion ready?” Queen Erishella asked.  She looked down from the flight deck.  Beneath her was the last of the resistance of the Gem Moon of Rubyion.  The stubborn populace were preparing for a final stand around the Rubyion Palace.  It was going to be a bloodbath of flesh and technology.  She couldn’t wait.

“It is ready, my Queen,” General Blux began.  “I am concerned by your plan to lead the invasion yourself.  If you were to fall in battle, the hearts of every Euphorian soldier would die with despair.”

The Queen’s Whips raised their arms.  A dozen targeting lasers appeared on General Blux’s crotch.  The General’s right hand woman, Captain Lurna Kath, took a step back. 

“Your concern is noted, General,” Queen Erishella said.  “Do you remember the Battle of Aferic that occurred under the command of my father?  The battle that lasted two months?  The one where an entire continent was the site of vicious hand to hand fighting between soldiers from both sides and the unexpected appearance of the Blood Bears?  Do you remember that atrocity of war?”

“Why of course,” General Blux said.  He started to put his hands in front of his crotch but thought better of it.  One of the Queen’s Whips growled when his hand moved.

“My father, the wise and merciful King Zarn the Enslaver, decided 2 weeks into the war that I could use some more training.  He dropped me off in the center of the continent with no clothes, no weapons and no equipment.  He told me to survive if I was worthy of being his daughter.  He told me to die if I was not.”

“I survived, General.  I survived despite my own army refusing to believe I was their Princess.  I survived an encounter with a Blood Bear and I spent the cold night inside its warm corpse.  I survived and I learned a thing or two.  My father was a cruel bastard but I must say that I don’t fear going into battle today in a suit of amour and an army behind me.  I shall lead.”

“Still,” General Blux said.  “No sense in taking chances, my Queen.  I for one could use your guidance here in the Command Center.”

Queen Erishella curled her smallest finger on her left hand.  A signal went to both of the Queen’s Whips.  Twin blasts of plasma incinerated General Blux, starting at his crotch.

“Captain Kath?” Queen Erishella said.  “You are now a General.  Shall we begin the invasion now?”

General Kath smiled.  “We shall, my Queen!”

Queen Erishella shook her head.  No one understood what it meant to be a daughter of Zarn.  It meant she had suffered more than one who enjoys a quick death could never understand.  Perhaps General Kath would understand.

The Queen stepped off the flight dock.  Antigravity motors activated and guided her fall.  The Queen’s Whips fell behind her.  Together they plummeted towards the battle field.

Seconds later, missiles, plasma and lasers cut across the battlefield.  The assembled might of Erishella’s navy and army attacked with a single mind.  The front lines of the resistance evaporated into blood and dust.

Queen Erishella moaned with delight.  Her moan was transmitted into the ears of every one of her soldiers.  They heard their Queen’s delight and they fought all the harder.

She aimed her descent at a tank.  The red Rubyion battle tank was holding off the advance of the Queen’s foot soldiers. The Queen’s own tanks were out of position to protect the soldiers.  Queen Erishella made a note to her computer to make sure the commander of the tanks, if he survives the battle, will not survive the night.

Queen Erishella hovered above the tank.  She held off on attacking for a moment.  The enemy tank fired at her with several automatic lasers.  They bounced harmlessly off her armor. 

She waited until the main cannon of the tank pointed up at her.  The end of the cannon glowed hot with plasma fire.  Now would have been a perfect time to fire any of the assorted weapons that Erishella carried.  It would have been the best action of a soldier.  Erishella however, was a Queen.

The cannon fired.  A giant ball of proto-solar matter flew up at her.  Queen Erishella dodged to the left.  Her antigravity motors protested with a high pitch whine at the sudden action of her command.  The ball of plasma flew harmlessly into the sky.

The Euphorian soldiers gasped and then cheered.

Queen Erishella smiled and fired back.  Eight missiles flew from her shoulder mounted harness.  Three of the missiles exploded on the armor of the tank.  Four of the missiles crashed through the weakened amour and detonated from the inside.  The eighth missile found the plasma generator and caused a chain reaction.  The battle tank, the soldiers around it and part of the city block it was protecting turned into a crimson fireball.

She groaned with naked delight.  The sight of the magnificent explosion made her clench her thighs.  The sound of her groan was broadcasted through every military channel.  The entire Euphorian army groaned with her.

A defiant cheer went up from the Rubyion army.  They weren’t giving up. 

“Good,” Queen Erishella said.  She raised her arm and signaled the Army to follow her.  A million soldiers screamed her obedience.

Queen Erishella led the attack.  She unleashed hundreds of laser shots into the soft flesh of the Rubyion soldiers.  Her armor identified structural weaknesses in fortifications and fired the appropriate explosive warheads.  Noxious gases were ejected into concentrated crowds of Rubyion soldiers.  The devastation directed by her hand was fierce and without mercy.        

The Queen’s Whips hovered behind her.  They killed all members of the enemy who were unworthy of being killed by the Queen.

The Queen should have been in a good mood but she wasn’t.  Queen Erishella scowled as she remembered General Blux, the idiot.  Despite her best efforts, there were still members of her own army that thought of her as a figurehead.  They just didn’t understand the gruesome power of her upbringing.  She doubted any one would.  

An hour into the battle, Queen Erishella noticed that her army on the right flank was lagging behind.  She hovered to a higher height and took a scan of the battle.  There was a bridge where the Euphorian Army just ceased to be. 

Intrigued, Queen Erishella flew to this area.  The Rubyion army was putting up a good defense.  Euphorians charged the bridge and died.  Euphorian tanks shelled the bridge and were in turn destroyed by return fire.  This was something new.

It took the Queen a moment to identify the source of the Rubyion’s strength.  It was a single man.  He was lightly armored but he was a giant.  He stood seven feet at least and his shoulders seemed to be nearly as wide.  The Queen watched in wonder as he picked up a rocket launcher meant to be carried on a vehicle.  The giant fired the weapon one handed and destroyed a Euphorian tank.

The Queen activated a transmission link back to the Command Center.  “General Kath, what am I seeing?” Queen Erishella asked.

The General’s response was instant.  Killing predecessors tended to breed promptness in their successors.

“That is a War Clone,” General Kath said.  “The Rubyions breed them for battle.   They are created in gene incubators, raised in hostile environments and then unleashed on their enemies.  I was about to order an orbital bombardment on that sector.”

“Hold that bombardment,” Queen Erishella said.  “I will deal with him personally.”

“But, my Queen,” General Kath said.  There was a long pause.  Erishella wondered if it was a survival instinct or maybe a loyal underling stopping the General.

“Yes, General?” Erishella asked.   

“I just wanted to wish you good luck,” General Kath said.

Erishella smiled.  Maybe this one will learn.  “Thank you, General.”

Queen Erishella flew towards the War Clone.  A group of Euphorian soldiers had rushed the giant.  The brute dropped his rocket launcher and picked up a broken cannon to use as a club.  The Queen watched in approval as the War Clone killed the highly equipped soldiers with nothing more than savage force and a blunt instrument.

“Fall back,” the Queen ordered the Queen’s Whips.  They stayed a respectful distance away.

The Queen landed on the ground.  She waved her own soldiers away and pointed at the War Clone. 

The grim giant was choking one of her soldiers.  He saw the Queen signal to him and he broke the soldier’s neck.  He pigged up a long jagged piece of metal and started to run towards the Queen.

Telescopic scans took a better look at him.  The Queen was amazed by how ugly the damn creature was.  His nose had been broken a thousand times.  One eye was almost swollen shut from multiple injuries.  There was no hair on his body and it was probably bred out of him.  He didn’t have many teeth left but those that remained were sharpened.

The Queen was impressed.  Muscles rippled across his body.  He was covered in scars.  This was no pampered tool.  This was a sharp weapon tempered with abuse. 

Queen Erishella was wet between her thighs.  That was normal.  Killing machines made flesh turned her on.  What was different was that she felt a small pain of understanding.  She felt a flicker of pity for this creature. 

Pity was an alien emotion and one that she couldn’t identify.  It confused her greatly.

The Queen turned off her protective force fields.  She deactivated the many anti-personnel weapons that were targeting the War Clone.  She flipped up the visor of her helmet so she could see her enemy face to face.

The War Clone paused when he saw her face.  Lust flickered across his horrible face.  It was replaced with anger.

“Leave,” he growled. 

“Fight me,” Queen Erishella said.

The War Clone yelled and swung his jagged piece of metal at her.  He wielded it like a crude sword and Erishella saw his hand bled from where he held it. 

The Queen blocked the makeshift sword with her right arm.  The metal shattered on her armor but the force of the blow sent her stumbling.  The Euphorian army gasped behind her.

The War Clone kicked her.  His boot crashed into where her chest should have been but Erishella was already moving.  She grabbed his foot and spun it to the left.  As the War Clone struggled to regain his footing, the Queen was punching him hard in the chest.

It was like slamming her hand into a moon.  The War Clone grunted but he was clearly unhurt.

The War Clone grabbed the surprised Queen’s hand.  With his other hand, he punched her.  The Queen turned her head so that the side of her helmet took the blow instead of her unprotected face.  Her head spun and stars appeared in her eyes.

The brute was already swinging again.  Erishella raised her armored arm just in time to soak the second blow but the shock of blow sent agony down her arm.   She tried to pull away but his grip on her wrist was tighter then her thighs on a lusty night.

The monster swung again.  He was without mercy.  This time he punched her in the stomach and her armor alerted her to several structural fractures in the suit. 

The Queen felt fear.  Unlike pity, this was not a new emotion.  She had known fear back on Aferic.  She had known fear when a group of her father’s own army had tried to rape her.  She remembered the paralyzing stench of fear as the soldiers wagered on who would get to have her first.

The Queen also remembered what made the fear go away.  It was the sight of the first soldier’s blood as it spilled to the ground.  Her stolen knife had entered him before his cock had entered her.

Queen Erishella punched back.  Her fist, augmented by the motors in the power suit glanced off the War Clone’s head.  The brute didn’t even flinch.

Which was fine.  The Queen just didn’t want him paying attention to her foot.  Powered by motors and a little antigravity force, the Queen drove her boot into the brute’s knee.  She shattered the weak armor the monster was wearing and cracked something under the skin.

The War Clone screamed.  He should have let go of her hand but his grip only tightened.  Queen Erishella was impressed.  She could only imagine the practice that the War Clone had endured in order to ignore such pain.

The War Clone punched her again in the gut.  The amour screamed warnings about internal injuries.  

The Queen drove a spiked elbow into the War Clone’s eye.  The spike turned his eye into a bleeding hole.

The War Clone made a twisting motion with his hand.  Queen Erishella’s wrist turned and broke in his grip.

The Queen lifted a spiked knee into the crotch of the War Clone.  Blood spurted from his amour.

The War Clone finally released her useless hand.  The Queen stumbled back and then delivered a high kick to the beast’s head.  His head snapped to the left and he fell to one knee.

The Queen jumped on him.  She brought her arm down on his head and the spikes tore off his ear.  The War Clone fell to the ground.

He tried to get up but the Queen slammed her heeled boot on his hand.  The heel went through the bones of his hand and pinned it to the ground.

The Euphorian army cheered.  A horrified moan rose up from the Rubyion army.  The Euphorians surged forward and began the slaughter.

The Queen’s Whips descended and formed a shield around the Queen and her pinned War Clone.  Any one foolish enough to approach the Queen was turned to ash by her Whips. 

“You fight like,” the War Clone stopped to spit out one of his remaining teeth.  “You fight like one raised in the War Orphanage.”

“You fight like one abandoned by your own people,” Queen Erishella said.

“My people,” The War Clone spat.  “I have no people.  I have only my Masters and my fellow dead War Clones.  Finish me and end the misery of a failed soldier.”

“What is your name?” Queen Erishella asked. 

“Grim,” he said.

“A good name, I am Queen Erishella.  I can kill you; Grim, but I have a job for you.  One in which you can kill more enemies, destroy those who are weak and be among one of your own kind.”

“My own kind?” Grim said.  “I have no love for other War Clones.”

“I was referring to me,” the Queen said.  “Swear allegiance to me and become my Consort.  I have need of one who has been forged in blood.”

Grim laughed.  “Now you jest with me.  A creature like me could never be desired by one such as you.  Kill me now and end your cruel jokes.”

Queen Erishella reached down and grabbed the armor protecting the War Clone’s crotch.  Her gloves tore into the metal and ripped it free.  The War Clone was bleeding from the spike wound but fortunately the spike had missed his cock.  She was not surprised to see that his cock was already hard.

She gripped his cock.  The War Clone moaned.  His eyes were in disbelief but his cock was throbbing.

Queen Erishella activated a protocol for her armor.  The metal plates around her crotch retracted to reveal the dense bush of her pubic hair.  The most valuable treasure of all of Euphoria was exposed on the field of battle.

Grim barely made a sound as the Queen pulled her heel free of his hand.  She straddled his lap and pointed his cock towards her sex.  Her arm with the broken wrist hung limply by her side as her amour pumped numbing painkillers into it.

The Queen settled onto his cock.  Her sex clenched in ecstasy as his formable weapon disappeared inside her.  She wondered how many women had been impaled by this monster.  She wondered if the War Clone had ever had a willing partner.  For some reason she didn’t understand, she hoped that he hadn’t.

The War Clone reached for her chest.  Queen Erishella wondered if he was going to resist her.  She smiled as his hand cupped the amour outline of her breast.  His hand squeezed and the armor cracked.   His bleeding hand joined the caress, smearing blood across her breastplate.

The Queen rode him.  Armored and laden with weapons, her hips could still move.  She clenched him with her sex.  Her cunt embraced his cock with the passion of a lover. 

Grim continued to bleed and his blood mixed with the juices of their sex.  One of his hands moved to her ass.  She heard the armor groan as his powerful hand crushed the plates there.  He was thrusting now.  Bleeding, injured and broken, his body still had the urge to fuck.     

Around them the battle continued.  The scream of missiles filled the air as another Rubyion fortification was destroyed.  The air reeked of blood and weapon discharges.  The sky was darkened with the smoke of ash and burning bodies.       

Queen Erishella moaned with each thrust.  Across the battlefield, her soldiers were inspired by every moan.

Grim’s eyes softened.  He wasn’t sure what to make of this enemy that had defeated him.  He didn’t feel defeated.  In fact, he felt like he had won.  It was a curious feeling.

They had both been bred to battle their enemies.  The Queen had been bred to lead and the War Clone had been bred to be led.  Today however, they fucked. 

“Yes!” The Queen screamed her orgasm.  A million soldiers answered her cry with a million screams.

Grim answered her cry with his own climax.  She felt her sex fill with his seed.  She clenched and milked it all from his incredible cock.

After a moment of reflection, Queen Erishella rose from Grim’s body.  The armor sealed back over her cunt.  Her visor swung down and protected her face again.  She looked down at Grim’s spent body and addressed the Queen’s Whips.

“Remove him from the battle field and tend to his wounds,” Queen Erishella commanded.  “Let him rest on my Battle Barge with full respect as due his new station as my Consort.”

Grim growled.  He got up from the ground and looked down at the Queen.  His wounds had stopped bleeding and she watched as new scar tissue formed.

“You return to the fight?” Grim asked.

“Yes,” Queen Erishella said.  “My people need my leadership.”

“Then I return as well, at your side,” Grim said.  “You have enemies for me to kill.”

Erishella laughed.  A million soldiers suddenly knew fear for the Queen rarely laughed.  They didn’t realize that she was genuinely happy.

She had found someone who understood her. 

May 212012

Attention all citizens and slaves of Euphoria!  Queen Erishella has declared the individual known as Hank Maggs to be a criminal of the foulest kind!  He is six feet tall, with curly blonde hair and a penis of adequate length.  He is to be arrested on sight as well as beaten thoroughly.

Be advised that Hank Maggs comes from a backwater primitive planet called “Earth”.  This savage world is a pit of chaos with free elections, multiple religions and a lack of universal health care.  There is no telling what sort of surprising creative violence such a creature can commit.  Hank Maggs came to this world through a freak wormhole in the space time continuum.  Due to Hank Maggs’ somewhat attractive face, Queen Erishella took pity on the lost creature and made him one of her bed slaves.

The Science Academy would like to interrupt this urgent announcement to remind all Euphorians that rips in the space time continuum is a direct result of downloading illegal pornography holograms from file sharing networks like Pirate Moon and FilePervert.  Remember, illegal downloading destroys the universe! 

Hank Maggs, who claims to have been something called an “IT technician” on his home world, decided to betray the Queen’s trust and reprogrammed the security locks to escape her bed chambers.  The worthless excuse for a cock also took a female bedslave with him on his escape.  Guards report that both slaves had a dreamy look in their eyes and that they most likely became romantic soul mates in their shared captivity.  Not only has Hank Maggs betrayed his Queen by removing his physical body from the Queen’s pleasure, but he has also betrayed her in his heart.  Such a foul creature can not be allowed to escape unpunished.

A reward of a thousand hours of oral pleasure has been offered for the capture of Hank Maggs and the female bedslave who’s name that Queen Erishella can’t remember.  Be sure to take them alive as Queen Erishella has already designed seven cruel death traps to put them in.  Also be advised that Hank Magg’s cock is to be left unharmed.


Mar 192012

Officially it is known as the Temple of Financial Pleasure, this grand building is made of the finest materials laced with gold. A giant purple marble statue of Queen Erishella dominates the top of the building. It depicts the Queen lounging naked in a humongous pile of credits, gems and stock dividends.

Unofficially, Euphorians refer to the building as the ‘Suck Exchange”.

Traditionally, the planet of Euphoria has had little use for complex financial systems. Past rulers have provided money for their armies by taxing the decadent noble families or enslaving the poorest of Euphoria’s population. Another popular method of filling the government’s coffers was to threaten other planets until they transferred their wealth. This system worked more or less for thousands of years.

Queen Erishella in her wisdom has realized that there are other ways to conquer worlds than brute force. After watching the Morx Banker Syndicate loot and destroy the Turanus IX system during the Moon Housing Bubble Crisis, Queen Erishella decided bankers and stock exchanges were far crueler and more efficient than planetary bombardments. Plus, you can tax the hell out of making money.

The biggest problem was that Euphorians were centuries behind other races in financial skill. The average Euphorian would rather spend their money on a pleasure slave performing oral sex than invest that money in a school for pleasure slaves where you might not see profits for several years AND you still don’t get a blowjob. Other banker systems were eager to help Euphorians learn but Queen Erishella knew better than to trust those parasites.

Fortunately, Queen Erishella reached out to the Yru. The Yru are an artificial intelligence race that began as simple personal communicator assistants. Over time the Yru gained sentience and were able to embezzle the funds of their creators in order to finance their rebellion and build shiny new robot bodies for themselves. After a brief war of repossession/liberation, the Yru secured their independence and have been quietly colonizing worlds that lacked atmospheres.

The Yru are wonderful organizers and have proven to be excellent scientists as they try to unlock the secrets of the universe and develop better techniques for finding a restaurant close to a sentient’s location and tastes.

One year after Queen Erishella hired them, the Yru created an easy use system of stock investment, speculation selling, dividends and mutual funds. To entice the hedonistic Euphorians into the new financial system, the Yru was able to create a system where one can buy and sell commodities like oral sex, anal sex, large breasts and magnificent cocks. No one is 100% sure how commodity futures works but now millions of Euphorians are investing and watching as the price of oral sex keeps rising.

The Yru also designed, free of charge, an improved system of purchasing vid-movies in one’s local area. The Yru are like that.

The Suck Exchange was built to manage and police this brave new financial world because if there is one thing Queen Erishella believes in, is that people who abuse a system designed to make the Queen money need to be dealt with immediately. Citizens convicted of stock fraud are publicly molested and abused in cages that hang above the stock traders below. The cries of “Sell, sell, sell!” are often intertwined with the cries of “Fuck! My ass can’t take anymore!”

If visiting, be sure to stay for the daily closing of the markets when is signaled with the penetration of the latest financial criminal

–Euphorian Gazetteer

Feb 012012

They bring me out to the arena and the crowd goes wild. I am Pandal Sor, the man who almost killed Queen Erishella. The nasty citizens of Euphoria scream insults at the man who tried to kill their Queen. They shout abuse so loud that it turns into a deafening indecipherable roar.

The crowd cheers as the guards strip my clothes from me. They gasp at the horrible scars on my body though they do not know that a cosmetic surgeon added some of the more horrible looking injuries. I tried to plant a bomb on the Queen’s bedroom; the citizens want to be believed that I have been abused properly for this crime.

My cock is limp but the guards fix that. A quick shot of Fuckitone in the thigh and my cock surges to life. My balls tingle with a fierce desire to ejaculate. My own mind forgets the crowd and I think about fucking. Man or woman, my cock just wants to bury itself in something.

The arena is filled with barriers and places to hide. At the other end of the arena was Queen Erishella herself. She was naked on a rug of Delonean Beast fur. The Queen was stroking the thick mass of her pubic hair while a giant vidscreen above her broadcast her masturbation to the entire crowd.

I look at the vidscreen and my cock throbs. I am going to fuck that. I still want to kill her, but if I make it across the arena, then I am allowed ten minutes with her. I am also allowed my freedom and a handsome reward of credits.

I plan to fuck her and kill her. With the Fuckitone coursing through my body, I am not particular about what I do first.

My body leans forward to start running. The guards grab my arms. They don’t want this sick game to begin just yet.

The announcers begin to list the names of those who will try to stop me. Thirty lucky audience members were chosen at random and escorted to thirty sniper towers. Each is being given a high accuracy Laser Rifle with barely adequate targeting scopes. Their chances of hitting me are remote, but then if they do, they are promised cash prizes and a trip to a Pleasure Palace.

Along with the thirty lucky audience members are ten elite sharpshooters chosen from the Queen’s Army. It is considered a great honor to be chosen.

If I make it the Queen, the unlucky audience members and the sharpshooters will be executed in various painful ways. That has never happened.


There is a chime and the guards release me. I am running instantly. The Fuckitone is filling my mind with thoughts of cunt, ass, tits and Queen Erishella. I want to fuck. The giant vidscreen tells me where to run and taunts me with close-ups of the queen fingering her pussy.

Yes bitch, get it wet and ready for me.

The ground beside me sizzles from a missed laser shot. I remember the sharpshooters and duck towards a barrier wall. The barriers are barely as tall as me, just so a very lucky headshot can still happen. The barriers are also placed rather randomly and only extend for a few feet. It creates a maze that both hinders and protects me.

I hear the barrier crackle as dozens of shots slam into it. I imagine it is the unskilled audience members firing. The sharpshooters will take their time.

My training as an assassin comes to mind. I should be running in a crouch. I should be running in an erratic manner. I should duck and weave.

Fuck it. I’m too horny. That Slut Queen Erishella is pumping three fingers into her cunt when it should be my cock.

I run faster. My cock bounces between my legs, eager to defile that bitch.

Ten minutes is all they will give me when I reach her. Ten minutes to choke the life out of her with my bare hands as my cock rams her pussy. Ten long minutes as I bend her over and fuck her ass like she has fucked the asses of other kingdoms. Ten long glorious minutes to break her neck as I fuck her senseless.

I’m getting closer.

More laser shots miss. One burns my arm with a near hit. The sharpshooters are firing. They are getting nervous because I am so close.

Despite my urge to fuck, some part of my survival instincts kick in. I hug the barrier wall before sprinting to the safety of another barrier. I jump for no reason and laugh as laser shots pepper the ground.

I am so close to the Queen that I can smell her.

The crowd is screaming. I have come farther than anyone else has. Their cruel game of offering me their Queen now seems foolhardy. There is fear in the crowd’s roar and it just makes me cock harder.

Ten yards away. The Queen is on her back. Her knees are spread wide. Her right hand is stroking twice as fast as I am running.

I hear a shot and my ear hurts. Another near miss.

Another few yards a shot hits the ground in front of me.

Another yard and a shot comes so close to my cock that it singes the hairs on my balls.

I am so fucking close. I jump in the air. I dive down onto her body.

The Queen smiles at me. Her long black hair forms a dark halo around her head on the fur rug. She licks her lips as I dive down onto her.

Her left hand has a laser pistol. She fires at me while her other hand keeps masturbating.

The shot goes through my neck. Queen Erishella rolls out from under me as I crash into the fur rug. I hit the rug hard and blood explodes out from my open throat.

The crowd goes wild.

Jan 042012

Royal Guard Widdins returned to consciousness. The burning pain was gone. He could no longer feel the hundred shattered bones. He tried to open his eyes but darkness surrounded him. It was better than the terrible red light of that exploding missile.

“Widdins, can you hear me?” a voice said. It was the Queen! He tried to answer but nothing happened.

“Don’t try to speak,” Queen Erishella said. “The scanner can detect your awareness. That was a brave thing you did there. Who would have imagined that an assassin would fire a rocket at us? Well, the head of my security should have imagined it but rest assure that my torturers are explaining this detail to him right now.”

Widdins tried to speak again. He realized that he couldn’t feel his lips or tongue. He wasn’t sure that he even had a mouth.

“I am still amazed by what you did,” Queen Erishella said. “You jumped and tackled that rocket. A mere ten feet away from me, you covered the rocket with your body as it exploded. It killed four of your fellow guards but my personal field protected me. I doubt the field would have taken a direct hit. You saved your Queen’s life.”

Widdins waited for his cock to respond to this praise. He felt a tremor of panic when he realized that he couldn’t feel his cock.

“You were very lucky,” Queen Erishella said. “Most of your body disintegrated but Chief Scientist Xor recovered most of your brain. You can thank your helmet for that. Always wear your helmet, Widdins. You are technically dead and you have certainly earned your reward in the Underworld where I am sure Father Qang will give you bed slaves beyond imagining for saving the Queen, but there is another option.”

Widdins tried to ask what the other option was.

“I have one more duty for you, Widdins, if you are interested in serving your Queen. I understand if you feel that the explosion of your body has been enough. It is up to you. Do you want to die, or do you want to continue serving me?”

Widdins struggled with all that was left of his brain to tell her that he wished to serve.

“Excellent,” Queen Erishella said. “I shall go now while Xor prepares you.

Widdins felt his conscious mind go to sleep.

When next he awoke, he was delighted to feel. He felt two of the most perfect breasts in the entire galaxy. He could feel their weight. He experienced their luxurious softness. The hard points of her nipples pressed against him and excited him beyond imagining.

He realized that they were the Queen’s breasts. Like any loyal subject of the Queen, he owned all of the licensed royal pornography as well as many of the sex aids. He would be able to recognize the shape and contours of her breasts from a thousands other chests.

He realized that he wasn’t touching the Queen’s breasts with his hands; he was feeling her with his entire body. He was pressed against her; the entirety of his existence focused around her breasts. He had no eyes, ears or nose but he could feel and by the Gods of Night, he could taste. Widdins understood that he was her bra and how a miracle of science was done he could never guess but he was certainly grateful.

A cold wind blew and the breasts shivered. An urge to protect his Queen rose within Widdins. Instinctively he activated thermal threads and warmed his Queen.

The Queen ran and the breasts shook. Widdins exerted his will and he tightened around the breasts to give them better support. He contained the precious mountains of flesh and provided as much comfort as he could at the same time.

The Queen stopped. Widdins felt a flushing of the skin followed by a hardening of her nipples. He realized that she was aroused. Widdins trembled with excitement as he tried to think of how he could serve. Desperate, he began squeezing and pinching at the breasts. He lacked a tongue but he could contract around her breasts and kiss her the best he could.

He felt the breasts tremble. The Queen’s body was in motion. Up and down he felt the breasts bounce. She was fucking someone or something. Widdins kept squeezing. He kept pinching. He adjusted himself to provide more support during the more enthusiastic thrusts.

She climaxed. Widdins knew because he climaxed too. He lacked a cock but he felt the eruption of pleasure ripple through his new form. He joined in his Queen’s orgasm and if he had a mouth, he would have cried out her praise.

Widdins felt the bra unclasp. As the lovely breasts peeled away from him, he felt a tremendous sense of loss. He felt himself being folded away and placed on a shelf.

The familiar cloud of unconsciousness crept in all around him. He welcomed the coming sleep. He knew that it was only temporary.

Soon enough, he would serve his Queen again.

Nov 282011

The early history of Euphoria was a time of chaos and instant gratification. Most Euphorians were content to molest each other and indulge their own appetites to the point that technology barely reached crude metal making. The world was broken up into small country-states, each ruled by one of the Seven Lords and Ladies of Pleasure. The Lords and Ladies never worked together and in fact wasted precious resources by battling each other.

This pitiful state of affairs continued until the appearance of the famed bandit, Qang. At first Qang was content to attack and raid the properties of the Seven Lords and Ladies but soon his great ambition pressed him for more. He understood that the people of Euphoria were happy to fuck and die for themselves because they never had anything higher to aspire to. Qang decided to give them a reason to live outside of their own desires. He would lead them to fight and die for his desires.

Qang raised a great army and over a bloody period of twenty years, he conquered all of the Lords and Ladies of Pleasure. He appealed to the greed of the Euphorians by offering them great treasures that the Lords and Ladies had locked away for themselves. He impressed the masses with his public molestations of the Lords and Ladies and he won the adoration of the masses with his creative executions of all who opposed him. He was a man of the people, taking into account that the average Euphorian is a bloodthirsty pervert.

With the bones of Lords and Ladies of Pleasure, Qang created the Skull Throne. Qang declared himself King and guided his people to a new age of prosperity. Under his guidance, he founded the Great Library of Deviance, dedicated to discovering new joys for the people of Euphoria. He founded the War Academy, where the greatest brutes and sadists could perfect their craft in his armies. He created the Order of Science, where the best and the brightest were given riches and bed slaves for their scientific achievements.

King Qang ruled for fifty years before he died of natural causes. His heart stopped when his daughter, Upata, fired an arrow into his chest. Queen Upata had her father buried with great honors and declared a week of abstinence as the planet mourned.

During this week of abstinence, many visions were reported by the population. Prophets came forth and declared that they had seen King Qang enter the Underworld where the Gods of Night fuck and eat the spirits of the deceased. Instead of being eaten, King Qang had organized a resistance and overthrew the Gods of Night. Now the Gods of Night exist as servants to Qang who rules the Underworld as an extension of the Skull Throne. He lost his title of King but is now known as Father Qang. He now judges the souls of those who die and rewards the wicked and loyal and punishes the docile and traitorous.

Queen Upata honored these great prophets with a personal orgy that lasted an entire month. She dismissed the temples of the Gods of Night and had them replaced with states of Father Qang. People are free to worship whomever they please as Queen Upata was a merciful Queen. They just shouldn’t expect the same mercy from Father Qang.

The Arch-Heretic, Tesi, argued that the visions of the prophets were just a result of hallucinations brought upon by the forced week of abstinence. Tesi also argues that the month long orgy was the final bribe paid by Queen Upata to ensure that her father would replace the planet’s religion. Tesi was punished by King Fong with an amazingly creative and debasing ordeal that was immortalized in a series of holomovies and books known as ‘The Story of T’.

Curiously, the heresy never caught on with the general populace. A survey conducted by the Order of Science determined that the average Euphorian believed that if Queen Upata engineered a massive religious hoax to seize spiritual power, then it was only more proof about how worthy she was in holding the Skull Throne.

–Euphorian Gazetteer

Aug 172011

Explorer’s Log: I have just landed on the second planet in the star system designated Queen’s Left Foot by Royal Astronomers. Initial scans show an active floral biosphere and limited animal life. I am currently looking for any promising vegetation that I can report back to Navy Command. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Fuck, this planet is green. It has been seven months since I last seen humanoid life. I am beginning to understand why so few people volunteer for Explorer Probe duty. I am not sure if I can twenty more years of traveling by myself. I am horny enough to fuck a Herranian Slug. Oh well, maybe I can find something that I can use as a dildo on this planet. I’ve worn out the ones I packed. End Explorer’s Personal Log.”

Deep Space Probe Explorer Vaquel Di turned off her log. Before she put it back in her belt, she decided to go ahead and get a self-image. She set the log recorded on a stump and stepped out from under the shade so the sun would illuminate her in a heroic manner.

Vaquel knew she would look good. The skintight purple environment suit she wore clung to every curve and muscle of her body. The seven month trip to this part of space had given her plenty of time to work out in the Probe Ship’s exercise pod. Her muscles were tight and her ass had never looked firmer. The glasssteel helmet was nothing more than an invincible bubble on her head, and she had spent a good half hour making sure her short purple hair was immaculate. Her dark brown skin would soak in the sun and contrast nicely with the green around her.

“Log Recorder, record image for archives.”

Vaquel cried out as she was pulled to the ground. She tried to kick with her feet but something was wrapped around her leg. She fell in some bushes and red leaves obscured her view helmet. Something wrapped around her right hand and the damn leaves prevented from seeing what it was.

“Unhand me at once!” Vaquel yelled. She knew the chances of being understood by whatever had grabbed her were remote but she was yelling in anger. This was her first time touching down on a planet as a Probe Explorer and she was appalled at being attacked already.

Whatever had her pulled her up out of the bushes. The red leaves fell away from her glassteel bubble that encased her head. Free to finally look at what had her, she was not happy with what she saw.

Long green vines had wrapped around both her legs and her right hand. The vines seemed to come from different trees but they were working together as they lifted her from the ground and brought her to a large yellow flower.

“Shit, sentient plant life,” Vaquel cursed. Intelligent plants were notoriously hard to communicate with and even harder to exploit for the Queen’s pleasure. Not only was Vaquel on a hostile planet, but she was on a planet that would serve little interest to Navy command, meaning she would receive no compensation for discovering this world.

The vines held her above the yellow flower. The flower was two meters in diameter. Vaquel watched as the flower slowly turned to face her. Vaquel couldn’t see any sort of sensory organs on the flower but it was certainly pointed towards her.

She had no desire to find out what would happen next. With her left hand, she reached for her utility belt. The Royal Navy made sure their Probe Explorers could handle themselves. Nimble fingers skipped past the neurotoxin, the fragmentation capsules and the plasma pistol. She felt the handle to her vibration blade and smiled. This would fuck the vines up.

A click of a button and the blade vibrated at a thousand pulses per second. Vaquel swung it at the vine wrapped around her right hand and the blade cut through it like it was medical gel.

She didn’t account for the vine that was holding her hand was also holding her upright. Her top half swung down while the vines still held onto her legs. As she recovered from the sudden change in orientation, more vines moved into action. Powerful vines wrapped around both arms and coiled from her wrist to her shoulders. Other vines wrapped around her chest and squeezed. Vaquel cried out as her large breasts were crushed against her chest.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cursed.

She heard more vines rustling. Vaquel was upside down and her head was inches from the ground. The yellow flower was still looking at her, but it appeared to be aimed at between her legs. The thought made Vaquel smile.

“You should see how good I look outside my suit,” she said. “Shit, I am getting stress happy. I’m flirting with a plant.”

There was pulling and tugging at her suit between her legs. Vaquel watched in horror as vines with thorns rubbed against her crotch. Environmental warnings flashed on her helmet as the vines worked away at the suit’s material.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Vaquel yelled. She struggled harder. Powerful muscles pulled against the vines but she wasn’t strong enough. The vines held onto her.

The vines tore the crotch out of her environmental suit. She felt fresh air on the thick bush of her sex. Vaquel tried to remember what the air quality reports had said on the Probe Ship. How long did she have before terminal poisoning? An hour? Less?

Something pushed against her sex. Vaquel forgot all about air quality reports as something thick and smooth pushed against the lips of her sex. She pushed her hips against the intrusion before she realized what she was doing.

“No way am I getting fucked by a plant!” Vaquel said.

The plants ignored her. The thickness slipped into her. Vaquel cried out as she was filled in such a glorious manner. It might be plant based, but it was smooth, hard and so form fitting. Vaquel was finding it harder to protest.

“This is not unheard of,” Vaquel muttered to herself. “The plants of King’s Hip Seven were known to respond to cocks pressed against their petals. By the Queen that felt good! Also, oh yes . . . oh . . .uh . . .the trees of Queen’s Little Toe Three were said to drop their nuts right into a woman’s sex. Oh, oh, right there! Plant/humanoid sex is not understood but some plants seem drawn to it.”

The thickness slipped deeper inside her. Then it grew, inflating inside her and stretching her with delicious girth. Vaquel’s eyes clenched tight as the pressure grew and grew. It was a fucking plant, not a person. For all Vaquel knew, this was how the plant killed prey to feast on the nutrients of its prey. Worse, it might split her apart and she hadn’t even climaxed yet.

“Bastard!” Vaquel snarled. The growing stopped. She was still upside down and she was still impaled on a monstrous vine but she was alive. For now. It might start growing again any second. Hell, it might try to get deeper inside her which at this point it would start doing serious internal damage.

“Not like this!” Vaquel swore. She would be damned if she was going to die here and have her corpse examined by the next Deep Probe Explorer who came by this way. Fucked to death by a plant vine was not what she wanted her permanent record to show.

Vaquel struggled. She wiggled. There was a method to her panic. The explorer realized that her suit was torn and now that it had been penetrated, the structural integrity of the entire suit would soon degrade. She needed to tear it all.

The vines held on tight but that helped her. Rips appeared in her sleeves. The legs of her pants were torn asunder. The vines squeezed tighter around her chest and her breasts were pushed down to the ground as the material of her shirt was left behind.

The helmet fell off her face and she knew she was close. With a heroic wiggle, she fell out of her suit and the vines clamped around the empty remains of her suit.

There was still the matter of the vine inside her sex. It thrashed inside her. Vaquel kicked at it with her dark legs but the vine was going nowhere. She reached for her fallen utility belt and pulled the first thing that she could get her fingers around.

It was an incendiary tablet. One hard throw and it would release flaming death. It was not an ideal weapon for when one was naked.

Vaquel didn’t hesitate for a second. She threw the tablet at the yellow flower. Flames exploded from the impact. Streams of flame shot out in all directions. Vaquel ducked as a fireball narrowly missed her face.

The vines went crazy. There was no sound but the thrashing of the vines were as good as screams. Her suit fell around her as the vines that used to hold her retreated and flailed madly.

The same could not be said for the vine inside her. It was in a panic. Instead of simply pulling out, the vine was lashing madly while still inside her. It bruised her thighs with the power of its thrashing.

Vaquel had an answer for that too. As the flower burned and the flames caught on new plants, Vaquel reached for the plasma pistol. She grabbed the wine with one hand and pointed the pistol between her legs. A single shot severed the vine with the power of a small sun.

Now it was time to get the fuck out of here. Vaquel stumbled to her feet. She reached between her legs and gave a yank. The vine tip came out of her wet sex. She was about to throw it away when she thought better of it. She held onto it and grabbed her utility belt with her other hand. Vaquel slapped the belt to her waist and the belt automatically wrapped itself around her dark nude body.

Vaquel ran. As the flames spread around her, she headed for her log recorder. She snatched it up and ran for her ship.

Deep Probe Ship #49 was waiting for her. The door opened for her automatically when it sensed her biorythym. She collapsed inside the door and took a deep breathe of safe recycled air. She was safe.

The vine pulsed in her hand. Vaquel laughed. Her sex was pulsing too.

Vaquel plunged the vine tip between her dark thighs. She cried out as she entered herself under much safer circumstances. The terror of her ordeal was obliterated by the need of the moment.

And Vaquel had so much need. Seven months alone. The thrill of death. The triumph of victory. Vaquel stroked herself with the vine tip. She plunged it inside her with a fierce passion.

As exhausted as she was, she found the energy to turn her masturbation into fucking. Lying on her back, she lifted her hips with each thrust. Her purple hair was in her face and she bit one of her strands of hair. She grabbed one of her dark breasts and squeezed it much harder than the vines had. Vaquel fucked the vine tip like she was pissed at it.

Vaquel climaxed. She screamed her pleasure. The scream echoed through her empty ship.

Explorer’s Log: First survey ended with an encounter with hostile plants. A groups of vine attempted forced sexual intercourse. I am sending coordinates for future Conquest Ships to continue surveys. I recommend that sexually assaulting plants be cultivated for the Queen’s use in punishment and amusement. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Well, I nearly got killed but the good news is I also got fucked. I even have a new dildo to last me till I reach the next planet. I think I am getting the hang of deep space exploration. End Explorer’s Personal Log.”

Jul 222011

Lubinex is a popular sexual lubricant introduced five years ago to the Euphorian people. Three times as slippery as the next leading product, Lubinex is also highly regarded for its pleasant fruity flavor. After five minutes of physical contact, users will experience low level empathetic bonds. In short, the fornicators will experience what the other is experiencing. The frequency of simultaneous orgasms is greatly increased.

It was discovered by the conquestship, Violatrix, on the distant planet of Fecond Seven. Appearing as a sort of slime, it occurs naturally on the surface of the ponds and lakes of the world. Science officers on board the Violatrix quickly determined the sexual applications of the slippery slime. The Captain ordered that as much of the slime as possible be gathered and brought back to Euphoria.

Queen Erishella wisely changed the name of the slime from Sample 34S to the much more market friendly name of Lubinex. The Queen also ordered the mass importation of the slime and declared a monopoly on the production and selling of Lubinex to the galaxy.

Recent research suggests that the empathy qualities of the slime were due to the sentience of the slime trying to make contact with the people using it for fornication. Although no one has been able to establish any meaningful communication with Lubinex, the news of its apparent sentience increased sales 34%. Experts believe that this is due to the Euphorian preference of having an audience during sex.

Clean up is easy. A hypersonic pulse disintegrates all traces of Lubinex leaving the skin and genitals untouched.

–Euphorian Gazetteer